Henry's eyes opened. He was not where he was last – surrounded by ghosts of death and the pirate hunter Salazar. Now, he was shackled to a bed, chained there like an animal. Nest to him stood a man wearing uniform. "The whole town speaks of you," The man begun, his voice loud and prideful. "The only survivor of the Monarch. The boy who floated all the way to Saint Martin on a piece of driftwood. While jabbering about pirates…and Tridents."
Nearby, a young woman listening in to the conversation. Henry analysed the chains connecting his arms to the bed. "Please, sir, let me go of these chains." Henry pleaded. The man looked down at him. "My job is to protect this island, and these waters. And your sleeves…have been ripped." The man responded. "The mark of treason."
"We were attacked by the de-" Henry begun, only to be cut off by the man. "And you were a coward who ran from battle." The man said, turning away from Henry and walking away. "And that is how you die."
The women who had been listening to the conversation walked over to Henry, wiping a wet cloth on his forehead, and he pushed her hand away. "I don't believe you're a coward." She said. "Please leave me, sister." Henry said. The young woman shook her head. "I've risked my life to come here. To see if the rumours are true. You speak of the Trident?"
Henry looked at the woman, curious about her. "Who are you?" He asked her intently. Ignoring the question, the young woman pressed for an answer. "Tell me why you seek the Trident." She stated. Henry thought for a moment, and decided to answer. "The Trident can break any curse at sea. My father was trapped by such a curse."
"You are aware that curses are not supported by science?" The young woman asked. "Neither are the cursed." Henry said. The woman looked at him, curious. "So you have gone mad. I should never have come here." She said. Henry leaned closer to her. "Why did you come here?" He asked her. "I need a way to get off this island." She explained. "To solve the map."
"The map left by Poseidon himself." Henry said, surprising the woman with his knowledge. She looked at him, even more curious than before. "You've read the ancient text?" She asked him. "This map has never been seen or read by any man." Henry responded. The woman smiled. "Well, I'm lucky that I am a woman."
She pulled out a small book, with a red gem decorating the cover. "This is the Diary of Galileo Galilei." She stated. "He spent his life searching for the Trident, it's why he invented the spyglass, why Astronomers have spent their lives staring into the sky."
Henry listened to her intently, interested in what she had to say. Was this his chance to get to the Trident? "So, you're saying the map that no man can read," He begun. "Is hidden in the stars?" The woman nodded. "It was left to me by my father. He believed that I could find what no man has ever found. And I will not let him down. Soon – on the Blood Moon, only then can the map be read – and the Trident found."
Henry looked at the young woman, curious as to who she was. How did she know so much about the Trident? How did her father come to get the diary? "Who are you?" He asked again. His question was suddenly answered when several guards walked into the room, pointing at the woman. "Carina Smyth!" One of them yelled. Carina turned to Henry, handing him a lockpick. "Find us a ship – and the Trident will be ours!"
She quickly turned, and ran from the guards. "Stop, witch!" One of the guards yelled, giving chase to Carina. She ran across the room, pushing past many people to escape. Suddenly, she was cut off by some guards, who took hold of her and slammed her into a wall. One of the guards turned to Henry, only to find the bed empty. Henry had escaped. "He's gone, sir!" One of the guards said to his superior. "Find that coward." The superior ordered. "He'll hang with the witch."
Jack Sparrow drunkenly walked through the dark streets of Saint Martin, muttering to himself. "Think Captain Jack's washed up, ey?" He said to himself. He looked forward, seeing a group of guards searching the area. Eager not to be arrested, Jack climbed a nearby fence, standing on the top, only to lose his balance and fall forwards, into a bath of mud. "Bugger." He muttered, slowly getting up to his feet.
Picking up his compass, he drunkenly walked into a bar, covered in mud. As he walked in, he was met with the sight of several WANTED posters for himself. He looked around, noticing that nobody recognised him due to the mud he was covered in. Jack walked up to the bartender. "Can I please have a drink, please?" He asked the man. "Show me your silver." The bartender requested.
"Silver?" Jack muttered. He searched through his pockets, and pulled out his compass. "How about a trade?" He asked the bartender. The bartender nodded. "Give me the bottle." Jack requested, placing the compass onto the bench in front of him. Suddenly, the ground started to shake, Jack putting his hands up to show that he did nothing. The shaking got worse, and worse, and worse.
In the Devil's Triangle, Salazar stood in his ghost ship, the Silent Mary. He stood there, simply thinking and wondering to himself in boredom. Above him, the structures of rock suddenly started to break away, daylight slowly flooding the inner areas of the cursed area. Salazar looked up at the sudden change.
"Capitán? What is happening?" One of his cursed crewmembers asked him. Salazar walked slowly across the upper deck of the Silent Mary, looked directly at the falling structures of the Devil's Triangle. "Jack Sparrow…" He muttered to himself. "Jack Sparrow has given away the compass!" He said, with a hint of glee and enjoyment filling him.
The structures of the Devil's Triangle broke apart, daylight flooding the area as the Silent Mary moved through the reefs. Salazar walked across the upper deck, hurrying towards the light showering him and his crew. "Daylight!" He yelled. "Daylight!" The crewmembers of the Silent Mary watched in awe as the Devil's Triangle collapsed, and the Silent Mary moved into the open sea.
"WE ARE FREE!" Salazar yelled, the crewmembers erupting into celebration as the light of day which they had missed for so many years showered them. Salazar stood there, feeling the sunlight with immense enjoyment. "Now, now," He begun.
"It is time to hunt a pirate."
Jack moved to grab the compass, only for the bartender to grab it before him and place a bottle of rum on the bench. Jack picked the rum up, looking at the compass in the bartender's basket. "Pirate's life." He muttered, drinking from the bottle. He turned around, exiting the bar and drunkenly walking out into the rainy streets of Saint Martin.
He moved to drink from his bottle again, only to have a gunshot break the bottle. "Just the man we are looking for!" One of the guards stated as several guards moved to take hold of Jack. "Let it be known that the pirate Jack Sparrow will be executed at dawn!" The guard stated. "Executed? I will never set foot on this island again, sir!" Jack said.
Nearby, Henry Turner watched Jack Sparrow be taken away. "Jack Sparrow?" He muttered to himself. Was this the man he had been searching for, all this time? It had to be. This was fate, calling out to him. Destiny, showing him a sign that his quest to save his father would be successful. He silently moved to follow the guards taking Jack away. He could not lose this chance – he would not lose this chance.